An Embarrassment of Riches

Yesterday, I almost bought the most gorgeous armful of tea roses. They were packaged in these enormous bundles wrapped in green tissue and brown paper…but I resisted. And though I was proud of myself for not shelling out the bucks, I kinda regretted my restraint a little bit when I got home—they would have brightened up my kitchen immeasurably.

Tonight, I put on my running shoes, put my iPhone into my snazzy new arm band, leashed Ginger and set out for a quick run. And when I realized I’d completely lost pace three times as I stopped to take pictures of flowers, I decided I needed an impromptu photo expedition. Which, naturally, I’m now going to share.

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Hi! I'm Beth, chief scribe and curator here at Southern Bluestocking. I'm a bit of a bookworm, so I'm usually talking about whatever book I'm currently obsessed with, but every now and then I mix it up with movie reviews, recipes, crafts, and traveling plans. Welcome to my corner of the internet--pull up a chair, get comfy, and let's chat!

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